Page 95 of The Summer We Lie

I hit that spot again and again, each thrust pulling louder moans from her.

"So good," she breathes.

Thrust.

"Don't stop."

Thrust.

"So close," she moans, her walls beginning to flutter around me.

I growl, feeling my own control slipping. "You take me so good."

She whimpers, her body tensing beneath mine.

"Now be a good girl and come on my cock," I command, thrusting harder, hitting that perfect spot inside her relentlessly.

"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," she chants as she falls apart, her pussy clamping down on me like a vice, milking me.

"Fuck, baby, that's it," I groan, picking up my pace. I'm losing control now, chasing my own release.

"Fuck, Skye," I groan as I come inside her, spilling every drop of my release. Her nails rake down my back, and the sharp pain makes my orgasm even more intense.

When I'm finally spent, I look down at her—so innocent, so perfect beneath me. I take her lips again, kissing her deeply, trying to convey everything I don't have words for yet.

I hold her for a few minutes, our breathing slowing together, her body melting into mine. Eventually, I roll off her onto my back, staring up at the ceiling with a satisfaction I haven't felt in years.

"Go to your room, change into a bathing suit with something over it, and then grab what you need for sketching and meet me out back," I tell her, turning my head to watch her reaction.

She props herself up on one elbow, hair deliciously mussed from our morning activities. "What are we doing?"

"It's a surprise," I say, enjoying the curiosity flickering across her face.

Her expression shifts to concern. "What about Harper?"

"Well, she was drinking last night, right?" I ask gently.

Skye looks torn, her loyalty to Harper battling with her honesty with me. Her internal struggle plays across her face.

"It's okay. I know Harper drinks—she's an adult. I won't ever ask you anything that would put you in a situation to choose," I tell her, wanting to ease her discomfort.

Relief washes over her face. "Thanks. Yeah, she was drinking."

"Then she'll sleep in, so we have time."

"Okay, let me go to the bathroom and I'll get ready." She reaches down into the covers, then pulls her panties out with a triumphant smile. In a move that makes my cock stir again, she jumps up, standing on the bed and steps right over me to get to the edge.

"Fuck, Skye," I growl as she steps down onto the floor and looks back at me with a flirty smile that hits me right in the chest.

"You better run before I pull you back into bed and fuck you again instead of doing anything else," I warn, only half-joking.

She squeals and runs off to the bathroom, the sound of her laughter trailing behind her. While she's in there, I grab my swim shorts out of my drawer and pull them on, mind already racing ahead to what I want to show her.

She walks out of the bathroom and around the bed, grabbing her dress from last night off the floor. As she heads toward the door, I can't resist stopping her, pulling her against me and kissing her again.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep last night," I tell her when we break apart, remembering how I'd planned to wait up on her but passed out.

"It's okay. We were pretty late," she says, her fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck. "Plus, you snuggled me really good."